A FORM LESS NIGHT OF BROKEN SORROWS WET PAVEMENT GROUND HARD AS CONCRETE UNYIELDING TO CARDBOARD SLEEPERS WHO HOVER AT BUS STOPS KNOW ONE NOTICES AFTER DARK IF SOMEONE’S SLEEPING THERE OR ABANDONED FOR A WARMER PLACE NO SHELTER JUST ADD MORE BLANKETS TO STAY FURTHER OFF THE GROUND UNTIL DAYLIGHT COMES AND THE BUS DRIVER PRETENDS TO NOT NOTICE AS THE DOOR CLOSES NO PASSENGER AT THIS STOP JUST A PILE OF WET ITEMS PUSHED IN THE CORNER AWAITING NIGHT FALL WHEN ITS TIME TO SLEEP AGAIN.
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mlowe5 says: Excellent write. Vivid! A Bus Stop I have passed so many times---even saw that shoebox used for a pillow! Thanks for the share. Peace and Love. |
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